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A Prayer In Thessaly

A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:-

Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray That thou wilt take this torturing love away. But since she is so fair, still let mine eyes Unloving, joy in her, her beauty prize; Still let her clear voice ring as pure and gay To my calm heart as mating birds in May. The words went up the blue Thessalian skies.

But ere they reached the high god's golden seat, The lover to retract his prayer was fain: